Can You Catch Me? Chapter 7, an agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. fanfic

Can You Catch Me?

By DeweyFinn21

Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Author's Note: Well, it's finally here. The last chapter. This definitely in any way won't foreshadow in sequel that I have no idea of the plot for. I mean, seriously. Once Fitz starts talking you can just stop there. I'm serious. Nothing after that point is worth reading. Oh well, on with the show.

Skye was dying.

That much was known.

Well, now you have to tell how it happens.

I'm getting there.

Hurry up!

Fine.

Skye and Ward were wasting time in the hotel room, because they didn't want to leave just yet. That's when Ward got brave. He started massaging her shoulders.

"What's that for?" Skye asked.

"You looked tense. This is supposed to help you relax."

"Oh, I see." Skye said. She leaned back into Ward, giving him a better angle to massage her. Then he stepped it up a notch. He moved his hands to the front of her body.

"Oh. Relax. I got ya." Skye said.

FitzSimmons were still searching throughout the hotel.

"So, if it happens that we're the ones to find this person, what makes us think we can overpower them?" Fitz asked.

"The element of surprise." Simmons replied.

"That'll help." Fitz snarked.

"Hey, let's just hope that no matter what we'll stop whoever's doing this." Simmons said.

Wait. Hold up. Were Skye and Ward having sex?

Shh. We're getting there.

WHAT?!

"We will stop them." Fitz said. "Even if it is Ward who actually stops them." Fitz told her.

"So, to pass the time, should we talk?"

"About what?" Fitz asked.

"Well, they don't know. We didn't exactly tell any of them."

"About what?"

"Us."

"Yeah?" Fitz was confused.

"We're a couple now!"

"Oh, that! Well, Skye already thinks that and Ward and May could care less. I guess we could tell Coulson, but then we'd have to fill out paperwork and stuff. It's a lot better if we just keep it a secret." Fitz explained.

"Oh." Simmons replied.

"Oh! OH!" Skye moaned. This wasn't her first rodeo, but Ward was certainly the best. She had never felt like this before. It was building inside of her and she felt like she would explode.

You can't have them have sex!

Why not? They do it on the show all the time.

Because! It's not you!

I didn't write this story. Dewey did.

But you agreed to read it. Why?

Needed the cash.

Yeah, because your job doesn't pay that much.

Well, it is the government.

Yeah. I know.

So anyways, back to the SkyeWard stuff.

Skye was dying.

That much was known.

Although, usually only known in France. La Petite Mort. The Little Death. It had hit her like a ton of bricks. If those tons of bricks were made into an ocean and had wave upon wave hit her. You know, those types of feelings. Ward had died a little after her, but his wasn't as important because it wasn't foreshadowed since the ending of the last story.

They got dressed and headed out of them room, remembering to pull the man out of the closet they had stuffed him in so that he couldn't escape. They soon met up with FitzSimmons.

"Oh, you got him." Fitz said.

"Yes. Yes we did." Ward said. Skye wasn't all the way back, and stumbled.

"What happened?" Simmons asked.

"Oh. Um. I, uh, I died." Skye said. She leaned against the wall and thought about how that was the worst thing she could have said.

"What?" Simmons asked.

"It's okay. I'm better now. No need to worry." Skye said.

"We'll check your vitals out when we get back to the bus." Simmons told her.

"No, really, I mean it. It's nothing." Skye tried to come up with an excuse.

"We need to run a diagnostic, but once we're done with that we'll see if anything's wrong and if you check out we'll drop the subject." Fitz explained.

"Okay. I'll go with it." Skye said.

"Can we get this guy to a secure facility?" Ward asked, holding the unconscious technological shapeshifter.

After they had dropped him off at a S.H.I.E.L.D. building, the Bus took off again.

"Okay, looks like you check out." Simmons told Skye.

"'Kay Great." Skye said.

"So, how'd it happen?" Fitz asked.

"Um, I don't exactly remember." Skye said.

"That's normal, usually in the case of revived patients they don't remember dying." Simmons said.

"Well, see you." Skye said, leaving.

"So, anything going on?" Fitz asked.

"No, why?"

"You know that she's lying to us, right?" Fitz asked.

"Yeah. I know, but I'm not sure what she's lying about." Simmons told her.

"Why don't we find out?" Fitz asked.

"How would we do that?" Simmons asked.

"Oh, don't worry about that Jemma. I've got that covered." Fitz said sneakily.

"Leo, just promise that you won't hurt her."

"I promise Jem. She's a part of this team, but sooner or later she's going to have to come clean." Fitz said.

"Okay, can you at least let me in on it?" She asked.

"Fine, just let me get through stage 1 on my own. And then you can help me." Fitz said.

The end.

Wait, what?

That's the end of that story.

But, but. That's only the middle of it. We don't know what's going to happen next.

Yeah, well this is how I felt at the end of Dark World.

But I thought you loved that movie?

I did, but I wanted everything wrapped up in a nice bow for me. And as you know, that's not what happened.

Did you stay for the credits?

Of course. It's a Marvel film, why wouldn't I?

Okay, just wondering.

So, yeah. I guess we can go home now.

Why did you stay the whole story?

Because your underline text is harder to read. I didn't want the readers' eyes to be too terribly hurt.

Okay, that's a fair point.

So, wanna help me tell the next one?

No. Make the next one more normal. This story was way too weird.

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I disagree.

So, you're not going to stop until we agree?

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No such thing.

What about poorly written stories like My Immortal?

That's Harry Potter, this is Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. it's completely different.

Bad fanfiction is bad fanfiction.

But some of it enjoyably so.

No. It's a disgrace to all the good fanfic writers out there, who come up with cool ideas for the worlds that others have established.

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Fine then.

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Make out already!

No!

Why? Do you think I'm ugly?

No. You're hot, but you're also my best friend.

Yeah. Best friend.

Don't tell me you have a crush on me?

What if I do?

You like me? Since when?

Since we first met.

What?!

Look, if it's never going to happen, just say so.

Um. Uh.

Goodbye.

What the fu-

I hope that you enjoyed this story. The sequel will be out eventually. But if you check my profile you'll know that I have a lot of stories that I need to finish. I think the main reason that I've updated this show more often than others is that I have constant reminders of Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. most times once a week. I don't know which direction to take the third and final installment in the question series, so leave a comment and tell me what you would like to see. More like Do You See What I See? or more like Can You Catch Me? or a combination of both?
So, anyways. Review, people and tell me what you liked in this story.